Harry shivered as Tom Marvolo Riddle kissed his skin.
“My, My Precious Gracious Horcrux, Finally Returned to me…” Voldemort spoke, tracing his fingers delicately Upon Harry’s Bare chest.
It felt like Icecream being Smoothened out and Scooped, Enchanting It’s surface, As The coldness of Dark Lord Voldemort was Reflectws upon Harry Through His touches, Sending Shivers upon harry’s spine,
And Leaving Goosebumps wherever he touched.
Wherever Voldemort Wanted to Place his Fingers, He would. Even when harry Gasped and sqeeled from the touching surprising Notions,Voldemort would only continue to Take it as Positivity.
“Darling, How Long You’ve Been Gone…!” Voldemort’s voice sqeezed out, a Hint of Longing and Need in His Voice as He whined out the possessive Spoken ‘Fact’ to Harry.
Tom looked Crazed, His Eyes were that Of A Yandere kf harry Didn’t know any Better. Yet he didn’t try to pull away, he didn’t need to. His Scar was telling Him to Stay Put, To stay here.
It Was the right Place to be. It felt familiar, It Felt correct, and Harry Couldn’t help but Shiver at the Thought that His Mind was battling him.
“Darling, My Harry…Dear Horcrux, Why didyou stay hid?” The Dark Lord Continued to Whine At Him, Saying the word ‘Harry’ with as Much disgust As White Diamond Would have Said it with, Seemingly thinking it was all a Game. An Act. But still, he seemed to have a type of sense of Respect, for the Name.
Harry’s Name.
Harry Felt Petrified at that, as The Ravenette Leant in and Kept Placing kisses upon his neck. Yet he didn’t move, Not Upon the Man Who had killed his parents, Not Upon the Man who had Captured, and Was Planning to kill his friends, and not Upon the Yandere, Love-sick-crazed Obsessive Dark Lord of a Man that was currently hammering his Love all over him.
Biting as deep into harry as he could.
He felt safe here. in his grip.
And he Had No Doubt that Tom’s assumptions were correct.
“I..I Didn’t. I Just Didn’t have The Magic I wanted to find you, The curse- It Disarmed me too, I was just more Capable-“ Harry Responded, His eyes flashing red. He couldn’t control his speech, and The Words just Fell into His Mouth as if they fit perfectly, there. And were always intended and meant to be.
He was Speaking as if Voldemort was right in his assumptions about him.
“Hm.” Tom Said, Not so Much Dissaproval In his voice. And more thought, as the Boy’s eyes were now curious, like his child selve’s had been, As He looked up into the red eyes that so Familiarly Resembled his own.
He Rose his Head from Harry’s neck, and Kissed Tomarry’s lips.
“Mph-“ Harry blinked twice and Muffled, But didn’t try to stop himself from enjoying the kiss, and didn’t say anything more. He just simply wrapped his arms around the dark lord’s shoulders.
“Oh, I’m so glad to have you back dear.” Said the crazed obsessed Tom riddle after the kiss was Over.
Harry Shot him a Look, Weirded out at his Implication of Things. “You know..- I’m not, Him- you, Urgh-“ Harry shook his head, trying to figure out how to word this as of to not make this confusing.
A Crazed Sweet looking smile Crept up Voldemort’s Face. “Aw. You’re still playing with me, It’s Adorable, and Must I say? Almost Hot.” He leaned into harry’s face reaaaall close, Acting like an Obsessed high school fangirl.
Harry seemed terrified of this, Terrified of the Dark lord Misunderstanding who he was, Ans Of Having His Parent’s killer and murderer so close to him. He looked insulted, and his eyes narrowed as he pushed the Man off.
“Hey, Shut up, git!” He said, In A Moment of Impulsiveness, He quickly looked terrified, realizing who he had just said that to.
…Was he going to punish him for that?
…Kill him ?
…Break him?
To harry’s surprise, which he couldn’t process due to his apparent shock, Voldemort just smiled calmly at him.
“No need to Worry dear, it’s Alright.” He said, Breaking through his Occulemency shields easily. “Ooo, your Occulemency Mind Games is soooo fun.” He said, Excited over the secret game he was imagining because he was crazy.
Harry stood there, kinda frozen and weirded out as Voldemort continued kissing his chest as if it was Nothing.
His scar still burned, But in a Positive way. The Horcrux inside him Seemingly liking the affection.
The Real Harry Silently cursed himself.
He Wondered why he’d let him go that easily, Last time he’d done something to upset the dark lord was at the outbreak in the ministry The previously magical dueling encounter with him before, where he’d Captured him.
Though right now the duel harry was waging was a Lost one Against himself, trying to push himself over into Making the right choices, and Battling with himself and his inner will to find out what he Actually wanted and keep going with this plan.
At his Obvious and Apparent Defiance against the dark lord, he had captured harry, and Most of, -By most of I mean all of them- Harry’s Friends.
And most of the Order members that Were there too.
Seemed like Voldemort could do much more than he was showing.
There it was, He Figured out That Harry Was a Horxrux, It Was Mostly A Shocker to Voldemort to be honest. For some reason the Information came as old news to Harry.
So Now that It Came down To It, Here they were.
The Infamous Harry Potter, and His Worst Nemisis Ever, Himself, Sharing a Few kisses, While The scar boy was Forced with his shirt off.
In The very Scent of the Aching memory of Them Both Fighting, here they were, you could smell it in thw air, alone.
And Voldemort Wanted Answers.
Tom Riddle. lord, Can Tend to Get a Bit Obsessive sometimes.